The Hundred Best English Poems by Various

Author:Various
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2011-03-29T16:00:00+00:00

XXV.

He feels, from Juda's land,

The dreaded Infant's hand,

The rays of Bethlehem blind his dusky eyn;

Nor all the gods beside

Longer dare abide,

Nor Typhon huge ending in snaky twine.

Our Babe, to shew his Godhead true,

Can in his swaddling-bands control the damned crew.

XXVI.

So when the sun in bed,

Curtained with cloudy red,

Pillows his chin upon an orient wave,

The flocking shadows pale

Troop to the infernal jail,

Each fettered ghost slips to his several grave,

And the yellow-skirted fayes

Fly after the Night steeds, leaving their moon-loved maze.

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